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Dreamweaver [P][Quest][S][L]

Postby Kallile » 07/12/2017 8:41 PM

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The night was still young yet, so the dream walker wasn't in a terrible hurry. The demons like Wraith and others that fed from nightmares didn't dare strike this early for fear their prey would wake up. They had to lull them in first, make sure they would get several hours of slowly increased horror to feed from to make the hunt worth while.

But Aisling adored these moment--moments when he could leisurely stroll from dream to dream and ensure his charges were all dreaming sweet dreams. The children were his favorite to visit; oh the tales their young minds could weave! Adults, even during pleasant dreams, felt all too grounded in real life. Both were fine, but the dream guard did prefer to pretend to be so young and naive again.

Tonight he had chosen the inhabitants of the Disillusioned Estate, as Wraith had been spotted there frequently as of late. He was still trying to figure out why the demon was haunting this household in particular, but all he could figure thus far was that the vast number of dreamers within simply meant he didn't have to go far to find new prey.

As the sun fully slipped behind the line of the horizon Aisling's bell and tips of his fur began to glow softly like a nightlight. He closed his eyes and slipped into an ethereal state before gliding through the walls and towards the first dreamer he'd visit this night...
"I have been hidden, scorned, adored, worshiped, forsaken, coveted and banished more times than I care to count. But the one thing all those experiences cannot steal from me is the gentle soul I was born with, the kind heart I have molded, and the bright ideals for the future that have lit my way through the darkness of the past."




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Re: Dreamweaver [P][Quest]

Postby Kallile » 07/16/2017 6:19 PM

The first order of business was to see who was already in a deep enough slumber to be dreaming. The Mistress of the House was a strange one--she dreamed almost constantly as if she were on the verge of some great meditative epiphany. He tended to avoid her dreams, as even Wraith seemed a little too put off by them to even bother.

Others were just getting started--a snippet of color here, a face there, a funny saying or song lyric. In his astral form he could see all of the dreams taking form even through the walls--little nebula dotting the scenery that grew bigger as the dream awakened more. They were all little more than tiny speech bubbles popping up from room after room right now, though one area of the house drew his attention.

It belonged to a familiar face of the Estate: the gentle Paragon named Kahewai. Aisling smiled to himself--Kahewai tended to have some of the sweetest dreams. He drifted towards her massive nest, finding the mother and a few of her young hatchlings around her. Orthos and the siblings had gone on a short father-son bonding trip, leaving Kahewai and her daughters for some quiet time of their own. Aisling peered into her growing dream world and slipped right inside it without so much as causing a flinch.

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Kahewai

The scenery was something out of a fairytale. Lush, vibrant green grass that was meticulously manicured,
a clear blue brook that babbled softly through gently rolling hills, a nest draped with fine silks that shimmered in the glorious mid-day sun and english ivy draped decoratively around the base.

Orthos sat on a small rocky outcropping that overlooked the nest alongside his sons; watching over the family clearing like a proud lion might. He was nearly twice his actual size here--every dragon's dream with rippling muscles and handsome face-- towering over the family he watched so diligently. Their daughters were out playing in a flower filled field--making each other flower crowns and looking as elegant as their mother.

Kahewai herself, in this dream, was lithe and regal in the nest she and Orthos have built. She is much more delicate in frame, made to look even more delicate by the numerous eggs that surrounded her. Aisling tried to count, but the number seemed to keep fluctuating every time the dream weaver blinked. Five, nine, seven, four...never a solid number.

"Orthos"  Kahewai said dreamily as she gazed at her mate with nothing but love in her eyes. "I hope they all look just like you."

Aisling smiled, sure the pure sweetness of this dream would be too much for Wraith to find worth tainting,
and drifted out of Kahewai's dream and towards the next dreamer...
"I have been hidden, scorned, adored, worshiped, forsaken, coveted and banished more times than I care to count. But the one thing all those experiences cannot steal from me is the gentle soul I was born with, the kind heart I have molded, and the bright ideals for the future that have lit my way through the darkness of the past."




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Re: Dreamweaver [P][Quest]

Postby Kallile » 07/16/2017 9:22 PM

The next dream ripe for merging with was also in the paragon wing...though Aisling cringed a bit when he recognized the dream he was drifting towards. It belonged to a particular Battleheart that Wraith had never once threatened to touch the dreams of simply because, he assumed, the demon found them too amusing to spoil. A demon's sense of amusing, however, was far from the dream weaver's.

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Proxy

It was The Slums...though it looked much less grimy and dank and more...like it came from a black and white movie. Things seemed to be just appropriately unorganized to be the stage of something believable. Aisling gathered his strength as he drifted into the huge Battleheart's dream and looked around.

It was quiet otherwise--no other soul around except the occasionally rat running from one side of an alley to the other. Pausing in his hovered position in the sky, Aisling finally spotted the dream-Proxy. He was...beefed up to say the least. His body was more proportioned like a human male body builder than it was to any sort of dragon, but Aisling had seen the Battleheart dream of himself in human form before. He supposed it wasn't too far fetched for one to blend their two forms together into one exaggerated body in dreams.

He was posed quite ridiculously--hand behind his scaled head with fins splayed out in a clear display intended for the opposite gender. His spiral horns had been polished and adorned with gold and gems, as had the rest of his body. Every scale held some new gem, every horn was burdened with as many bags and chains of gold as they could stand to hold. Yet despite the weight that was eluded to the Battleheart didn't so much as quiver under the strain. Before him slowly materialized a Tundragoon and a small infant clutched to her chest protectively. She looked unsure of him--more ready to bite his head off than accept the gifts he was offering.

"I told ya' babe, I've got this in the bag. You'll never need to worry about the kid's well-being again so long as your knight is here. What do ya say, hmm?"

There was a long pause from the Tundragoon before she handed the infant off to a (suddenly materialized) Gyrraptor and his Serraptor companion before throwing herself into his strong arms. He easily shook the golden and gem encrusted burden off his back, sweeping her off her feet in a dramatic dip as their scaled lips met. He brought them both back to standing, spun her around when she faced him again pulled her in close. Gone now were the infant and smaller reptile babysitters, gone were the grimy streets of the Slums. Instead they stood waist deep in the Idalani Falls, moonlight bathing over their glistening wet scales. He pulled her in closer as they kissed, she slowly drew one leg out of the water up his thigh and...oh. Oh yes, this is definitely why the demon found the Battleheart's dreams amusing.  Aisling flung himself out of the dream, his eyes clamped shut and his green cheeks a few shades darker from blushing.
"I have been hidden, scorned, adored, worshiped, forsaken, coveted and banished more times than I care to count. But the one thing all those experiences cannot steal from me is the gentle soul I was born with, the kind heart I have molded, and the bright ideals for the future that have lit my way through the darkness of the past."




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Re: Dreamweaver [P][Quest]

Postby Kallile » 07/16/2017 9:41 PM

That had been quite enough from the Paragon wing of the estate...everyone there seemed quite in the...ahem...lovey mood. Though Kahewai's dreams always revolved around eggs to some degree, Aisling had to admit to himself. She just loved being a mother above all. Proxy...well, that was just Proxy. The Lucain wing was beginning to come alive with ripe dreams so the weaver headed that direction. The first dream he came across was a newer member of the Estate and one that one of the oldest members hated dearly. Aisling supposed he might as well visit Charon before encountering his half-sister...who was sure to draw in Wraith.

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As the Dream Weaver slipped into the vampire's dream, he was instantly transported into a night club scene.
Music was booming, smoke rose to greet the few strobe lights that dotted the facility, and there was a single table in the center of the dance floor. The floor itself was filled only with scantily clad women who weren't afraid to get a bit up close and personal with the man who sat in the center of them.

Charon had his black button down shirt unbuttoned and flapped open to show off his rippling muscles, a few ladies on either side of his clambering over each other to touch him in some fashion or another. Unlike the previous dreamers, Aisling had to admit that charon didn't exaggerate his charming looks inside his own dream--it was like looking at him in the daylight actually. The ladies around him, however, had impossible measurements that no healthy adult woman would truly have. Aisling hung close to the wall of the dream bubble in case he needed to bail like before.

"Alright girls! Charon announced as he stood from the table. The music instantly stopped and the strobe lights swiveled to become spotlights on him. The drooling mob of would-be-babes all stopped and watched him with great anticipation. "I would love to have every one of you tonight, I really would, but there's just not that much of me to go around. So I'm going to go around the room and sort you into two groups--the bedroom group and the snack bar group. Ladies who get picked for the bedroom--you know how you're night's gonna end girl! Ladies chosen for the snack bar...you just don't have the right stuff for me to look at. But you do have that delicious blood I need to show the other girls a good time, so really you're making the ultimate sacrifice for pleasure. I promise you won't go out empty handed--I might select a special few of you to turn if you're very good girls. And you all want to be my very, very good girls, right?"

The crowd around him swooned and giggled--a seemingly endless sea of women as far as Aisling could see. They started to clamber towards him, all squealing about what group they wanted to be in at once. Charon simply laughed and let himself be lifted into a crowd surfing situation. "All of you in one night? I mean, I suppose I can't disappoint my fans..."

As the vampire was sucked out of view into the sea of hands, Aisling turned and exited. He could sympathize with Spardia a bit--that was quite an ego to have to claim as a half-sibling. No doubt wraith would come by at some point to see how things were going, but Aisling wasn't going to wait around for him. He already knew the more likely target anyway: the half sister, Spardia.

"I have been hidden, scorned, adored, worshiped, forsaken, coveted and banished more times than I care to count. But the one thing all those experiences cannot steal from me is the gentle soul I was born with, the kind heart I have molded, and the bright ideals for the future that have lit my way through the darkness of the past."




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